People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Kal'tsit blinked in realization, stood up knowingly, quickly closed the door, and then sat back down in her seat.

She was actually a little wronged.

My CPU burned out, who's to blame? Who's the culprit?

She hadn't paid much attention when Ernst was collecting Sarkaz before—no, she had paid quite a bit of attention before, and had restarted the game more than once because of it. But now that she had actually gathered all of Ernst's Sarkaz together, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

Why are there so many?

And none of the varieties here are the same!

Banshees, Stonewing Demons, Liches, Balrogs, and a familiar face named Hedley. Except for the Mudrock Lady, who is a Stonewing Demon and has a slightly mixed bloodline, the others are all genuine magnetic field powerhouses... cough cough, Sarkaz powerhouses!

How powerful was the Tower of Babel at its peak?

Banshees, Heartbreakers—on the surface, only these two royal courts openly support Theresa. The Stonewing Demons, since the era of Godu, have disliked participating in war, focusing instead on building cities from scratch. The Liches, on the other hand, have taken detached observation to the extreme: "Since my royal court isn't in Kazdel, let them fight however they want; it's none of my business."

Among Theresa's crew, the strongest warriors are only the "son of Aifanir" sent by her best friend Ramalyn, and Ascalon, personally trained by Theresa and Theresis. Elite operators such as Scout, Ace, and Misery serve as the core of the fighting force.

But now, what she saw here at Ernst, let alone whether it was strong or not, let's just say it was plentiful or not.

Not to mention, Ascalon has already submitted her application to leave the ship, and she is currently in Sherag.

In terms of roster alone, apart from Ernst himself being no match for Theresa, Sherag and Babel are practically indistinguishable, and may even be slightly superior.

Because Ernst can also summon Jeragand.

And now, they are gathered together for a meeting.

The high concentration felt like it could breed the entire coalition.

But Kal'tsit knew that they couldn't ally with them.

Not to mention those dukes, electors, and sword-wielding nobles she contacted back then, their graves are now overgrown with weeds, and even if they were still alive, what difference would it make?

In Victoria, which duke was greater than the Duke of Caster and the Duke of Windermere?

In Letania, which Elector could cross the borders of Victoria and sail a high-speed warship right to the doorstep of Sherag?

In Gaul...

Oh, sorry, there's no Gaul anymore.

She was now in the conference room of the Sherag government building, like a poor kitten in an Ultraman movie set. Even though she could summon a Mon3Tr to launch a Stand attack, the difference in combat power was still too great.

Fortunately, radicals like Bloodlord or Carrion King aren't here, otherwise, if they raised their arms, Kal'tsit would have to obediently go and play the resurrection match.

Although she, as a pay-to-win player, has resurrection coins.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you all. Kal'tsit is a special advisor I hired for Sarkaz affairs. She is attending this meeting as my assistant and will also participate in this discussion."

Ernst spoke up in time, giving Kal'tsit some confidence. Kal'tsit immediately sat up straight and nodded.

Yes, she's Ernst's woman now, nobody can touch her! Nobody dares to touch her!

If she gets hurt, it's not just spanking her butt, it's slapping Ernst in the face!

"Then, let's begin the discussion."

"Let me start by throwing out an idea to get the ball rolling."

Ernst coughed lightly and got to the point.

“I need to make one thing clear first: the Sarkaz Residents’ Council in Shelag is absolutely not, and should not be, the traditional royal court of Sarkaz.”

He emphasized this point, of course, because of the question that Emengard's assistant had asked him yesterday.

“Some Sarkaz have misunderstandings and unwarranted ideas about this, and I hope that those present here will not have such illusions. The residents’ committee only deals with matters concerning residents of Shelag Sarkaz. We do not assume any responsibility for the management and protection of Sarkaz that do not belong to Shelag.”

These words were quite decisive and were bound to disappoint some Sarkaz who saw Sherag as a "new hope." But this was something that needed to be made clear.

The right person should be in charge of the right things. Overstepping one's authority is a major taboo and is absolutely detrimental to the stability of the system.

Of course, Ernst didn't completely ignore the Sarkaz outside of Shelag.

"Those Sarkaz will belong to the nations of Terra or be governed by Kazdelnia, according to the principle of territoriality."

As he spoke, he nodded to Nasti.

Of course, none of the people present knew what Kazdelnia was.

So Nastya spoke up:

"Kazdelnia is the country of the Sarkaz."

"The international summit initiated by Prime Minister Ernst will demonstrate its function and authority from the outset through this event—to resolve the Kazdel problem that has plagued the Sarkaz and this land for thousands of years!"

"We will establish a nation! This is no empty promise!"

A new broom sweeps clean, and the establishment of a new organization is no exception. Since the World Summit has been established, it cannot simply be a decorative organization that sits there unnoticed.

It also needs to do something to justify its existence—to bring lasting stability and overall peace to Terra.

In the current international environment of Terra, it is estimated that no country would willingly become the target of the World Summit's "give them a little international shock," and Ernst is also not very willing for the World Summit's first task to be to directly urge a specific country to change.

He can't just go up there and shout things like, "Ursus should completely wipe out the illegal mining operations!" or "Columbia should completely abolish human experimentation!"

These are certainly "correct," but they are too "targeted." If a fledgling international organization tries to establish its authority in this way, it is easy to lose the support of some countries from the very beginning.

These are things to be done in the future. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. If you take too big a step, ouch! You might choke on your egg!

However, if we temporarily ignore these issues, then there aren't many suitable topics on earth to ignite this fire.

Support Iberia in its fight against the Haizi?

Yes, but it's not sensational enough. This could have been done even without the World Summit. It seems that many countries have increased their aid to Iberia recently, but I don't know why.

To eradicate the "terrorist organization"—Rusty Hammer—that has been troubling the security of the wastelands of Terra.

Their ideology was indeed the enemy of Ernst's pursuit of "order and stability," but that's not quite right either. The organization didn't have a specific headquarters. They advocated that "as long as you accept the wilderness and abandon civilization, everyone is a rusty hammer." How can such a coreless organization be considered wiped out?

You can't take away a mother who doesn't exist.

Ultimately, the best option is the Sarkaz problem, which perfectly meets all the conditions.

Ernst nodded, agreeing with Nastie's words.

At that moment, Hedley spoke up.

He was equally shocked and overwhelmed with excitement, but as a Sarkaz "prophet" who was probably even more knowledgeable in "philosophy and politics" than Nasti, he keenly grasped a possibility in Ernst and Nasti's words.

"Prime Minister Ernst, please allow me to ask a somewhat presumptuous question."

"Will the management of the Sarkaz Residents' Committee, and the management methods he implemented for Sarkaz after settling in Sarkaz, remain unchanged in the future...?"

Hedley swallowed hard, his single eye gleaming with anticipation.

"To become... part of Kazdelnia?"

Ernst blinked, then shook his head in astonishment:

"of course not!"

“I’ve said it many times, Mr. He Dalei, and I even emphasized it just now! The Kjerag-Sakaz Residents’ Committee is just the Kjerag-Sakaz Residents’ Committee. We only manage the Sakaz in Kjerag. Of course, we don’t care about Sakaz in other places, and we certainly don’t care about Kazdelnia as an independent Sakaz country, much less have the authority to manage it!”

"But..."

As the saying goes, once those two words are uttered, everything that came before becomes mere prelude.

Ernst smiled slightly:

"Given the realities of the situation, after the establishment of Kazdelnia, we will certainly need a group of humble public officials who love peace, have rich experience in governance, and possess effective laws, regulations, and management norms to ensure peaceful coexistence between the Sarkaz and Terran countries."

"They will form a complete bureaucratic system as civil servants of Kazdelnia, addressing the internal governance issues that Kazdelnia, as a normal Sarkaz nation, needs to face, its relations with the nations of Terra, its place in the World Summit and the international order, and so on. They will dedicate their lives to the peace of Sarkaz and Kazdelnia, and to this land."

"Of course, these people will be carefully and precisely screened through examinations and recruitment mechanisms to ensure that no unqualified or malicious individuals will be included."

"This has nothing to do with our Shelagsakaz Residents' Committee, right?"

Right?

Ernst also tried to imitate the word. After admiring Hedley's satisfied expression, Nastya's deeply agreeable one, and Kal'tsit's horrified look—"Why do you look like that?"—Ernst let out a heartfelt sigh.

Hey, this is really useful!

Chapter 472 Latatos: Guess why I erected a statue for Ernst?

Shelag, Tukarim, Karan Trade Headquarters.

Ernst is having a meeting to discuss the future of the Sarkaz. Similarly, Ensiodis is having a meeting to discuss the present state of Sherag.

The three people present were Enciodis, chairman of Kalan Trading; Latatos, chairman of Brontao Home Textiles; and Actos, chairman of the newly established Perrochi Food Processing Plant, which had just started operations but whom no one dared to leave out, otherwise they would surely be crying and making a scene outside.

Those who pay attention might have this sense of déjà vu—isn't this a meeting of three races?

Indeed, Ensiodis is also Shivaesh, Latatos is also Brantau, and Actos is also Perrochi. If the clock of [Timeline] were turned back two years, no one would doubt that a three-race conference is taking place at this moment.

In fact, even Ensiodis, Latatos, and Actos themselves had a slightly déjà vu feeling.

“If you’re not comfortable with it, I can ask Enya to change the meeting location to the Three Tribes Council Hall in Manju Academy.”

Ensiodis made the suggestion with a smile, only to be met with Latatos's merciless mockery:

"Chairman Ensiodes, you should save your breath. The chances of you getting the Holy Maiden's approval are about the same as the chances of the Grand Elder coming back from the dead to preside over the Three Races Conference."

Actos seized the opportunity to laugh heartily:

"Hahaha, it might even go lower!"

After all, the High Elder's resurrection might be a "miracle of the omnipotent god Jeragund," but the poor relationship between Ensiodis and Enya is something even the god Jeragund cannot change.

Completely unexpectedly, his casual joke had gotten him into trouble. Ensiodis's smile twitched slightly as he turned around and glared at Jian, who was trying to suppress his laughter.

He glared back.

Ensiodis withdrew his glare.

He coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness:

"Ahem, since you are all unwilling, I will not force you. Your presence at the headquarters of Karan Trade signifies that the three tribes of Sherag have finally united once again."

“Under the wise leadership of Prime Minister Ernst,” Latatos added.

Actos nodded in agreement.

Ensiodis choked for the second time today; the smile he had just forced froze again. Then, pursing his lips and gritting his teeth, he nodded.

"Yes, under the wise leadership of Prime Minister Ernst."

By Jeragand, it seems that his younger brother and sister are his nemesis.

One attacks himself mentally, the other attacks himself physically. One treats the symptoms, the other the root cause; at least it didn't turn him into a specimen!

Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Enshiodis bravely spoke again:

"exist......."

The scene fell into a brief silence.

Ensiodis turned his head away shyly, letting out a few earth-shattering coughs.

I was interrupted twice and forgot my lines!

Fortunately, this time, Latatos and Actos only showed curious and worried expressions, asking with concern:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Kid, you're too weak! Well, that's because you don't believe in the great god Yeragand!"

"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense!"

Ensiodis retorted to Actos.

You can't just say things like that. Actos, you haven't met the great god Jeragund, but I have.

I've heard His voice before; it has a reverberation. He might be watching us right now.

This is no joke; it seems that His Majesty has a penchant for voyeurism and surveillance. Sometimes he even feels sorry for Ernst, his brother, whose every move is watched by the gods. Is that really freedom?

With Ernst as a shining example, Ensiodes dared not relax for a moment. If he didn't work hard, he would become a beast of burden in Jeragand!

If the pack animals can't run anymore, they'll end up on the dinner table!

Whenever he thought of this, Ensiodis's gaze would become even more resolute.

He glanced at the two who still showed no sense of urgency, and directly abandoned the speech that Nosis had stayed up all night to finish but which he could no longer remember. His tone was serious: